Amid heavy footsteps, the towering black figure closed in in an instant.
His wide mouth split into a grin, a set of sinister white teeth reflecting a cold gleam. No matter how one looked at him, he was clearly human, yet he felt like a savage beast ready to devour someone.
The hammer came crashing down, its shadow engulfing them.
The lame old man, first in its path, stared with bulging eyes. He had lived most of his life without ever seeing anything like this. The man had actually dragged over a hammerful of ghosts and swung it down.
If he died, would he become one of them too?
Once that chilling thought surfaced, he could no longer banish it.
The old man shuddered violently, then limped away at a sprint, moving at a speed that left everyone dumbfounded.
This was his unique ability.
The other four ghosts were not so fortunate.
With a boom, a deep crater appeared in the ground. Two hysterical screams rang out, and the man with the hollowed-out chest was reduced to mangled flesh.
The woman with half her face disfigured was knocked flying and curled up on the ground.
Her condition was bizarre. One moment, she covered her mouth and coughed incessantly, as though she would cough up her internal organs.
The next, she stared greedily at her own hands, her mouth opening and closing nonstop. Her expression was agonized, as though she were suppressing some desire.
Then she clutched her neck, repeatedly crying, "Don't fall off, don't fall off, don't fall off..."
The female ghost seemed to have gone mad.
This was because, after Jiang Chen's hammer fell and killed the man, all the tangled resentment had surged into her body.
It was equivalent to being afflicted by several utterly vicious curses at